Due to its fame Disgrace hardly needs another review. My case for J.M. Coetzee's masterpiece is simple: it is the most honest book I have ever read. Coetzee is honest about the way people are. Uncomfortable as it may be for many people —and unbearable for others perhaps, though not for me—, it is honest. When I finished it I had a hard time coming up with another writer who is as honest as Coetzee. There you are. After a while I gave up trying to come up with another writer who is as honest as Coetzee. I will cherish the experience of reading Disgrace for a long time, no doubt.